The Guardians of Kovzland By Kelvin Guard Chapter Twelve: Seduction With the Draft safely behind me, I was finally free to relax and start enjoying myself. Not that I hadn't enjoyed the Draft, mind you, but I was still a little boy and responsibility was not my preferred type of behavior. Not only did I long to be immature and childish, but puberty had begun to dawn in my hormones and that, coupled with the natural desires evoked in boys by the magic of Kovzland, made me frequently feel almost obsessive about my penis. I didn't want to rule Kovzland; I just wanted to go someplace and play with myself or, even better, find a pretty boy to make love to. Finding an appropriate and willing boy wasn't difficult. The island was far from crowded and yet it seemed to be crawling with pubescent kids who felt as horny as I did. We didn't spend all our time having sex, but even when we weren't doing it, we frequently found ourselves fantasizing about it as soon as we stumbled across one another. It was like that one sunny afternoon when Kelly and I went to the gym to play. We had spent the better part of that morning and almost all night making love to each other and sex was the last thing on our minds: even my pubescent boyhood could only demand so much of my attention. We went to the gym, therefore, with no other thought in mind than to swim or play some of the many other sports offered there. Each team had its own gymnasium and each of them had the requisite swimming pools, basketball and tennis courts, weight rooms, etc. that any gym should have. The main gym was even larger, however, with several courts and areas for participating in any sport or physical activity imaginable. It wasn't designed for boys to have sex in, but any boy who went to the hot tubs or saunas strictly to relax was being a bit naive. As a rule, boys would go to the gym just to exercise. If they discovered another boy that they were attracted to, the two of them would usually go back to one of their rooms and do it. Nonetheless, puberty tended to overcome most boys self-control and some of them frequently just couldn't wait. It wasn't unusual to stumble across a young couple frantically going at it in some secluded corner where they thought they wouldn't be discovered. Then, too, it wasn't unusual to find green and purple boys doing it in places where they hoped someone would walk in. At any rate, Kelly and I weren't there to find new lovers. We just wanted to play. Neither of us had ever developed the coordination for basketball and, anyway, most of the older boys wouldn't let us play anyway. We sometimes went swimming but if swimming was all we wanted to do, we usually swam at the palace. Instead, we had focused on the gymnastics room. We weren't very good at most of these things either, but we liked jumping on the trampoline and did try to learn some of the other things. Most of the younger boys felt like we did and gymnastics wasn't macho enough for the older boys, so the room was something of a puppy hangout. It wasn't surprising, therefore, to see a small gang of young boys huddled around the trampoline, spotting for a skinny twelve year old who was bouncing up and down delightedly. Kelly and I happily joined them. We knew all of them and comfortably joined in their childish banter. It was fun and I was enjoying myself until I caught sight of a boy out the corner of my eye. It was like magic or something. I couldn't have more than glanced at him and my head turned toward him in a flash, a sudden uneasiness in my tummy. He was standing over by the high bar with a few other boys his age. He looked about twelve, which was my age but he was a couple of inches taller than me. He was wearing a green tank top, the kind cut low beneath the arms to reveal much of his body beneath. There was a tall pommel horse next to him and his thin arm was propped up on it, showing a smooth, hairless armpit. His legs were bare beneath his shorts and above his white, high top tennis shoes. His back was to me but his head was turned toward another boy he was talking to and it was his profiled face that tugged at my immature puppy love. He was astonishingly attractive to me with a very small nose and pretty lips. I could see that he had brown eyes and his skin, not just on his face but all down his side, along his arm and down his legs, looked very soft and smooth. His hair was brown and neatly styled in backward like many boys on the island were wearing theirs. He was adorable. He hadn't seen me and I kept staring at him secretly, feeling jealous of his beauty and sick with affection. Kelly, giggling, was telling me it was my turn, cutting into my adoration of the young stranger. I swallowed sadly and my skinny body crawled up onto the trampoline. As the other boys continued their childish talking, I started bouncing in the middle of the tramp, turned toward the pretty, young boy, not doing any of the clumsy flips and lap bounces I usually did, preferring instead to watch him, to wish that he would turn and look at me. When he finally did turn, I felt a hot rush across my face. He was beautiful. His deep brown eyes glanced over the boys surrounding the tramp with disinterest, a small, adorable smile just touching his lips. Slowly, those pretty eyes moved upward, glanced distantly at me, started to turn away... then came back. He looked up at me bouncing up and down, my blond bangs flying up and down with my movements. I could see the smile slip uncertainly from his face, felt his eyes gazing at me. I was blushing horrendously, realizing that I was staring at him, but too infatuated to look away. The boy he was talking to finally pulled his attention back and I had trouble breathing as he turned to him. The other boy was cute, too, and was wearing a green T-shirt. They were obviously teammates, perhaps lovers. I was horribly jealous. Despite all the orgasms I'd so recently had with Kelly, I longed to see that adorable boy's bare chest, to touch him, to kiss his young lips, to, dare I dream it, touch his penis. I wanted him something fierce, wanted him to love me. The heartache and desire in me became so great that I sadly stopped jumping, slowly started to walk to the side of the trampoline. Jealousy and heartaches were very immature things for me to feel. I had never known a boy who didn't want to do it with me and I should, by all experience, have known that all I had to do was walk up and ask him to play with me to get him. Despite all that experience, however, I was always terrified of new boys, always certain of rejection, always certain that the other boy was so much cuter than I was that I didn't have a chance. Therefore, desiring a boy always made me sad and always made me feel hopelessly inadequate. As my skinny legs bent to crawl off the trampoline, I painfully took one last glance at the adorable young kid. I felt another rush of embarrassment when I saw him, still chatting with his friend, glancing at me, too. Nervously, I looked away and crawled down to the floor, another boy already bouncing toward the center of the tramp. The sad thing about this was that, in taking his place, my back was now to the high bar and I couldn't see the pretty stranger anymore. It was just as well. I was so jealous of his beauty it could only have hurt me more. Across the tramp, Kelly was smiling at me and I managed a faint response. Kovz, that boy was pretty. Why couldn't I have boys who were that pretty? (As if I hadn't already made love to fifty such angels.) But he had looked at me! Twice! I'd seen him. Maybe... Awkwardly trying to look casual and succeeding only at being blatantly obvious, I turned my head to steal another look at him. I instantly turned back: the boy was saying good-bye to his friend; he was starting to walk toward me. Oh, please, I thought, please let him come over to me. Please let him... A boy had come over to the tramp a few feet from me. Was it him? I didn't dare look. Kovz, it had to be him. He was standing only inches away he... My head turned, awkwardly shaking a little. It was him! He was there! He had been glancing boyishly over at me as if too shy to introduce himself And his face! He was even prettier close up, gentle and loving, boyish, almost as pained as I felt. I had to look again and this time he was so beautiful that my eyes locked onto his for a moment. "Hi," his high pitched voice said softly. "Hi," I said with a slight shrug, my eyes instantly turning to watch the boy on the tramp. My heart was racing frantically and I could feel how red my face must have been. I began desperately praying that the boy would go away and leave me in my shame. After a moment, I heard him say, "My name's Jason." "Hi," I said again, too ashamed to look at him. "What's your name?" he prompted after another uncertain moment. Enough new boys were arriving at Kovzland and we'd had little time to associate with all of them that I wasn't surprised that he didn't know who I was. It made me glad too: I had no desire to pretend maturity with him. "Kelvin," I swallowed nervously. He didn't say anything more and we both stood there watching the bouncing boy. He was a cute kid, about eleven years old. He was doing all the prerequisite knee and lap bounces, even crashing occasionally with a failed flip. He wasn't half as cute as Jason was, however. Despite my embarrassment and nervousness, I started to wonder if he was even there anymore. Had I chased him away? Kovz! Why did I have to be such a chicken shit!? Slowly, uncertainly, I turned my head. As soon as he saw me turning, Jason turned his pretty face toward mine. Our eyes locked and he smiled boyishly at me, his adorable face looking even prettier. My heart started beating even faster and I felt the little penis in my shorts stiffen in a frantic erection. Blushing horrendously, I turned away, awkwardly crossing my legs and forcing my boyhood to poke up against my shorts instead of pressing out at the fabric. Kovz, he was beautiful. I was curious if my erection showed and nervously looked down at it. As soon as I saw that the bulge wasn't too obvious I realized that Jason would see that I was checking, that he would know what I was checking for. I looked up at him nervously and sure enough he was looking down at my shorts and grinning. His eyes came up and met mine and I looked away again. Another long moment passed and I could feel my mind battling with itself, half of it wanting to turn and tell the boy how pretty he was and the other half wishing he would go away and save me from my shame. Just as I was about to turn to see what he was doing, I saw his taller body sliding down the tramp and coming closer to me. His elbow touched mine and I turned bashfully to him. His brown eyes were watching the place where we were touching and his smile was tender and loving. As I gazed at his smooth, pretty face, he slowly looked up at me. I could see the blush in his cheeks as he smiled at me. His eyes twinkled a little, but looked a little pleading, too, as if he were more afraid of me rejecting him than I was of him rejecting me. Nonetheless, I knew that look full well. As beautiful and tender as it was, it was filled with desire. He wanted me in a big way. As I gazed into his eyes uncertainly, I knew that I wanted him, too, and that I didn't want to lose him. My penis was begging for his and I desperately wanted to cuddle naked with him. Still feeling shy and boyish, my blue eyes slowly moved down his smooth neck, saw the baby soft skin that crept down across his small chest until it disappeared beneath his tank top. Even the sight of his thin arms resting on the trampoline filled me with desire. "You want to go swimming?" he asked, suddenly, making me look back up at his face. His voice was still the voice of a child and he certainly looked young enough to be as hairless and childish as I was. I was so infatuated with him, he could have made love to me right there, in front of the other boys and everything. "Yeah," my childish voice answered softly. "Come on," he smiled and I was a little surprised when I felt his thin arm wrapping around my shoulders. I was wearing a tank top, too, and the bare skin on my upper back could feel the softness of his arm rubbing against it. He guided me away from the trampoline, toward the door, and my skinny legs walked awkwardly beside him. "Kely! " a childish voice called behind me. Jason and I turned, his arm still holding me, and I could see Kelly smiling at me. "Where you going?" he asked. "Swimming," I said, though my face blushed brightly. The expression on Kelly's face didn't change. The ten year old had no idea that Jason and I were going away to do it with each other. "Are you coming back?" he asked innocently. "Yeah," I said. "Maybe later." "Okay. " The sweet little boy never made the connection. Despite all the boy sex he had had in the past few months, he was still as innocent as the youngest child in White House. Jason led me out of the gymnastics area and I wasn't at all surprised when he started guiding my smaller body toward the exit of the gymnasium, not toward the pool. I didn't want to go swimming. I wanted to make love to him. We both knew what we were doing. "Can we go to your room?" he whispered down to me as we crossed the gym. I nodded in answer though I was half-tempted to try to find some secluded place in the locker room. As a twelve year old, I didn't have much self-control at all. Besides that, the boy's smooth armpit was cuddling the ball of my bare shoulder and I could feel the warm softness of his body against my arm. By the time we walked out of the gym, I was almost dizzy with hormones and desire. "Where are you going?" his squeaky voice asked when I suddenly started guiding him off the brick path. "Down here," I said. He walked with me, still holding my skinny shoulders, his soft body rubbing against my arm as we moved. "Why are we going down here?" he asked. I was leading him back into the woods. There was a small clearing there with a chapel. Soft grass covered it and it was surrounded by the boy statues that decorated almost the entire island. We were more than a mile from the palace; I didn't want to walk all the way there. I wanted to do it with him right now. I swallowed in embarrassment at his question and couldn't answer. I really didn't need to: as soon as the woods parted and revealed the bright, sunny chapel, I could hear Jason smiling. I felt really shy as we reached the middle. The sun was high overhead and shown on our young bodies like a spotlight in the darkness of the surrounding woods. I was too shy to look at him as his arm slipped from my shoulders, as he moved slowly over in front of me. I stood there and felt his twelve year old hands taking gentle hold of my arms. He was from Green House. He would know what to do with a shy boy like me. He did, too. I could feel his hands rubbing slowly along my slight biceps, could feel him gazing at me. Swallowing in boyish embarrassment, I slowly looked up at him and the adorable boy instantly leaned forward, tenderly but awkwardly let his sweet lips press against mine. I loved being kissed on the lips and I melted against him as his young arms gently enfolded my body. He wasn't a lot bigger than me, just enough to make me feel small and weak compared to him. Being held by a boy like this, being kissed, always made me horny and I could feel my little penis pulsing in eager fascination of the young kid. I was a little confused when the boy awkwardly pressed his tongue into my mouth. I had been kissed this way before, but the other boys had been pretty good at it. Jason was cautious and uncertain. I could feel the warm slime of his tongue probing uncertainly between my lips, felt him sticking it deeper, finally, awkwardly, let my own tongue slip up to touch it. With great clumsiness, our tongues licked each other and my skinny arms finally wrapped around his thin body. Our lips parted a little as our tongues experimented with each other. Jason wasn't so experienced a boy as one might expect from a boy in Green House. In fact, his tenderness and sweetness made him seem more like a boy from Yellow or even Gray. For long moments we stood there kissing and stroking our hormones into a fevered pitch of desire. My own cock was so hard and excited that I couldn't feel Jason's in his shorts but I knew that his erection was just as eager as mine was. We were both panting for air when he finally pulled our lips apart, his young hands slowly reaching for my tank top. I stood there looking down as he lifted the bottom of it, obediently raised my arms and let him strip the skimpy garment off my skinny body. My little chest was paler than his was, but the skin was just as soft and smooth and, as soon as he'd dropped the tank top in the grass, Jason's hands reached for it. He was gasping softly as his hands felt across my nipples, slipped into my hairless underarms. They pulled my little chest closer to him and I felt them rubbing across my back as he hugged me. "Do you like being sucked?" he asked me softly. I nodded and instantly felt his lips kissing my neck. I was absorbed in the tenderness of his caresses and my hands distantly reached for his body, taking hold of the bare skin of his sides. I could feel his lips kissing up and down on my neck, could feel them starting to kiss my collarbones. Panting softly with pleasure, my hands rubbed his soft sides, could feel the ripples of his ribs, the soft contours of his small chest. Our twelve year old cocks were throbbing frantically for each other, but this was passion and both Jason and I seemed to know how to stoke our hormonal fires. It was a little strange for boys our age to do this. Most twelve year old lovers can't control themselves enough to kiss at all, much less to engage in such provocative foreplay. Twelve year olds usually couldn't do more than pull down their pants and jerk themselves off. Jason and I were clearly different and the level of infatuation we felt for each other was growing as deep as our young penises were hard. As his young hands held my little chest and his lips licked all over my neck and shoulders, I wondered why I'd ever enjoyed molesting little boys. Jason's smooth young body was just as soft and his handsome face was just as sweet and boyish. When you added to them his almost adult knowledge of my hairless little body, his immature knowledge of boys' erogenous zones, his calm, excited acceptance of what we were going to do to our bodies, and he was plainly superior to the frightened cries and the confused shame of the little virgins I so frequently did it to. His lips kissed lower on my small chest, tenderly, lovingly kissing each of my little nipples until they grew tiny and erect on my pale skin. My hands were still holding to his bare sides and I let them slip nervously into his armpits, my fingertips petting the soft, hairless skin affectionately. There was a faint, sweet smell about him that hinted of puberty, but he didn't have the stronger, hormonal smell of an older boy yet. His hands slipped lower on my ribs as his lips slid down my abdomen, making my belly twitch expectantly, and I let my hands slip over his thin, child-sized shoulders, slipping down his back beneath his tank top, letting my fingers caress the firm ripples of his narrow shoulder blades. He was still so much more boy than man, despite his expert handling of my immature body, and, despite the fact he was a little taller than me, I could well believe that he was as prepubescently hairless as I was. I hoped not. The sight of immature pubic hair or even peach fuzz around a boy's penis always excitement even while making me jealous. I had sucked enough hairless boyhoods lately. I let out a startled gasp when Jason's hands started pulling my shorts down, his lips and tongue lightly caressing my little belly button. I had thought that he would give me a turn to play with him first, but I could feel the shorts slip over my hips, felt the elastic band rubbing across my skinny, three inch erection, felt the cool air blowing against it. The boy kept pulling the shorts down my thighs as he leaned farther over, his cheek rubbing against my sensitive boyhood as his lips began kissing the soft, hairless skin surrounding it. My knees already felt weak as I felt his tongue licking my smooth boy skin and I stood there panting excitedly. Boys from Green House may have been a horny bunch of perverts but they really knew how to please each other. Jason's warm, slimy tongue licked the hairlessness of my pubic mound with slow, deliberate strokes, even slipping down to lick between my small testicles and my thighs. It was heaven and I stood with eyes closed, beginning to moan softly, starting to hope that he would suck me off as I stood there for I didn't feel like I could bear any more foreplay. I cried and gasped faster when he started licking my erection and my desire to see his naked penis and smooth, pubescent body was growing ever greater. As I reveled in the wonderful pleasure of his tongue on my penis, my small hands started pulling at his tank top. He was bent almost half way over and I could see the baby soft bottom of his slender back as the cloth slid up it. Like most boys on the island (indeed, most boys that young), his skin was smooth and unblemished, a perfect color mixing soft pink and pale brown in boyish beauty. I could see his ribs rippling along his back as I pulled the tank top higher, finally seeing the sharp contours of his shoulder blades. There was a moment of indecision as I realized that, for me to bare the boy's magnificent body, he would have to stop licking my erection, a pleasure my hormones would not allow me to do. The indecision wasn't mine for long, however, because Jason, sensing that I wanted him to take his top off, pulled his face from between my legs and slipped his body out of the baggy garment. It came free in my arms. Jason stood up topless, his pretty face made prettier by blush and a smile of boyish sexuality. So cute was his face that, for a long moment I forgot to see how pretty his body was. Needless to say, his twelve year old muscles and smooth, unblemished skin made me almost cry in worship. I was, obviously by this point, always astonished by the beauty of a boy's body, particularly when my penis was throbbing eagerly in desire for him. Jason certainly merited nothing less. He still had the slender, almost skinny, body of an immature boy. His shoulders were still thin and narrow, almost bony they were so under-grown. Beneath them, his arms were straight and thin, with almost no muscle at all. Similarly, his chest swelled only slightly and looked small and childlike. His nipples were already erect and were very little, a pale brown on his young skin. Unlike many twelve year olds, he had no baby fat and his abdomen was very skinny and flat. Still, he wasn't so thin that his ribs were very pronounced and he did have firm, flat muscles surrounding a small, innocent belly button. His skin, as already described, was beautiful and, even with his shirt off, I couldn't see a single immature hair, not even a little silver one that many twelve year old boys start to grow. I began to believe that Jason was still too immature for even peach fuzz and that was okay by me: I was so infatuated with the boyish beauty of his thin body that I didn't care any more. I looked up to find Jason still smiling and blushing. His brown eyes were gazing at my stiff little boyhood with an adoring twinkle, but he looked up when I did. I swallowed my childish innocence and Jason smiled bigger. His arms, which seemed very long now, encircled my skinny body and pulled my little chest in against his. We were both breathing quickly and laboriously and 1, for one, was far past the point of wanting to titillate our bodies any more. I wanted an orgasm and I wanted it soon. I could feel my body responding to the desires between my legs, pressing my boy cock forward until it poked against Jason's shorts. I could feel the rhythmic hardness of his penis now, but still couldn't tell how big he was. It didn't matter, but twelve year old boys are very curious. I wrapped my arms around him and we hugged each other, Jason kissing my cheeks and ears between his gasps. His body was warm and wonderful, feeling strong despite its thinness, and feeling as soft and smooth as my own. I could hear the boy laughing a little as my skinny, near naked body started humping against him, my pulsing, purple penis head rubbing uncomfortable against his cotton shorts. He didn't stop me, however, just hugged me tighter, his arms rubbing all across my back and shoulders. Kovz, he was an understanding boy, or so I thought. I was soon crying and was starting to hump faster against him. His body felt so good against mine that I just wanted to have my orgasm and ease the frantic worship that I felt for him. Just when I thought he was going to let me go all the way, the smiling, blushing boy gently stepped away from me. I started to follow after him, my little penis throbbing and glowing bright red in desire. "No," his high pitched voice said. "Don't squirt it on my shorts." His presumption that I had sperm embarrassed me and made it easier for me to control myself from his magnificent body. I stood there with my own shorts around my ankles and pleaded with him with my eyes. The boy just blushed and grinned all the more, his eyes gazing at my hairless young body as he grabbed for his shorts. I was transfixed at the thought of seeing his penis bared and stood watching as his soft belly appeared. He pushed them down, looking a little awkward as his young cock poked out at the elastic. He managed to free it and it throbbed out as frantically as mine did, the thin boy continuing to push his shorts down. Like any other twelve year old, his penis was beautiful. For his age, it was neither very large nor very small, but a very proper five inches of hard, slender beauty. Though the flesh covering the shaft was obviously a very pale shade of brown, I could tell that the kid had been circumcised because I could see the excited red glow of it so clearly. His glans were swollen in excitement, forming an exquisite, sculptured head of purple and brown. It was thicker than his shaft and tapered to a beautiful round end that boasted a beautiful little slit that led into his body. His assumption that I had sperm made me conclude that he surely must have it and I stared at the slit imagining his young nectar squirting out. The boy did have hair between his legs but it was still nothing more than a small furry patch around the base; downy, straight little hairs. Nonetheless, they had grown dark with young puberty and looked beautiful against his baby soft skin. I felt the familiar pang of jealousy in my tummy. His testicles had lost the near perfect roundness of a child but were not as oblong as an older boy's. They hung very slightly in a smooth, hairless scrotum, the same pale color and softness of the rest of his body. The sack was beginning to lose the thickness of boyhood but was not yet the thin, vein-marked scrotum of an adolescent. The only visible veins were along the shaft of his splendid cock, though save for the primary one, these were faint and a pretty shade of blue. It was a very pretty penis, made all the prettier by the frantic pulsations engorging it with the boy's excitement. Jason was still smiling at me as he lifted his feet to pull the shorts over his tennis shoes. Realizing that mine were still wrapped around my ankles, I hastened to do as he was doing, my eyes never leaving the ramrod hardness of his cock. I almost stumbled but managed to catch myself as I realized what a perfect size his cock would be sticking in my butt. It would hurt a little, at least until the head was passed my sphincter, but after that it would fill me with the perfect fullness that a five inch cock did when it rubbed in and out. I was still too small and skinny for a penis much larger. Neither of us bothered with our sneakers or socks. Apart from them, we were naked as Jason returned to me, taking hold of my body. I reached for his as well and carefully guided us down on the grass. The sun was bright on our naked innocence as our young bodies found each other and came into full contact, skinny arms wrapping around each other, long, hairless rubbing against each other, stiff, eager erections poking between the other boy's legs. We kissed, something I was still not very good at, and our naked bodies rocked gently on the grass as we held each other. Jason wanted to French kiss and his tongue kept slipping between my lips. I enjoyed this a lot, but I was so excited that I had trouble breathing. Our lips and tongues, therefore, would meet for awhile, slide around each other in our young saliva, then I would have to pull back and gasp before re-initiating it. Both of our naked hips were humping against each other, both struggling to rub our penises against the other boy's. It was clumsy and awkward, more my fault than Jason's, but it felt so good that I couldn't stop doing it. We rolled back and forth, first with Jason almost all the way on top of me, then me rolling over almost on top of him. Our arms clung to each other as our hands rubbed almost madly across our ribs, over our small buttocks, up and down our thin backs. Unlike the giggling, childish sex that Kelly and I did all the time, Jason and I were in immature passion and neither of us giggled or smiled. I was unaccustomed to this kind of mutual passion and moved with incredible awkwardness. My small body seemed to want to move in every direction at once. Jason, plainly more experienced, tried to help me control my young muscles. He was moving with rhythmic regularity, his stiff, five inch cock sliding up and down against my hairless pubic mound. Every now and then his wonderful hands would try to still my eager body and his hips would try to show me the right rhythm. I enjoyed the rhythm. It felt really nice. As soon as my own penis pressed against his, however, hormones and desire seemed to take hold and I was soon fumbling against him again. This went on for some ten minutes in the warmth of the sun and our hormones, before Jason finally stilled my over-eagerness for the final time. I was so horny now that I practically grabbed my little cock and started masturbating. Jason was pretty eager, too, however, and he didn't try to delay things too much. He was still blushing as he smiled and lay me back on the grass. He kissed my lips briefly, then started kissing down my chin and my neck. My little chest was heaving as his lips touched it, but I knew where his young mouth was going now and I didn't try to struggle. The hairless erection between my legs throbbed eagerly in expectation. It didn't take him long to reach my belly and I felt his fingers taking hold of my cock and could see his naked young body turning around, moving his own throbbing young penis toward my face. The pretty young thing was so hard and so beautiful that I didn't even wait to feel his mouth on mine. I was crying and moaning with excitement as I crawled toward it, knowing only that in my boyish excitement I wanted only to suck my thumb or, better still, Jason's penis. I was still trying to turn toward it when my lips parted and wrapped themselves around the boy's rock hard pleasure pole. His whole body jerked in surprise and he let out a high pitched grunt of pleasure. I devoured the pretty penis with as much eagerness as I felt to have Jason devour mine. It was warm and very hard and I could already taste the sweet flavor of his young seed. The gentle aroma that came from the peach fuzz pressing against my nose told me that the boy did indeed have sperm and the thought excited me still further. Jason was actually whimpering, plainly feeling all the passion that my mouth felt to be sucking his cock. His voice, still soprano and childish, was beautiful and I adored his astonished grunts even as he tried to repress them by pressing his lips against my hairless pubic mound. I liked the feel of a boy kissing the place where my own peach fuzz would one day grow. It made me feel like they liked the hairless skin. Nonetheless, I could hear my thoughts begging the boy to suck on the real altar of my pleasure. This he did with such a rush of pleasure between my legs that cries sounded in my chest even though they were muffled by the five inch penis in my mouth. Unlike me, Jason was able to devour all of my young cock and he did this, quickly beginning to coax it by both sucking and rubbing his lips up and down on it. So sudden was this explosion of pleasure that I couldn't concentrate on the penis in my own mouth and ended up sucking on it almost absently, like a child sucking his thumb while deep in sleep. I was hardly in sleep, however. The boy knew how excited I was and he was molesting my little penis with almost voracious hunger. Even with my erection between his lips, the boy was loudly moaning in pleasure, his fingers rubbing my hairless pubic mound, his head bobbing up and down on my cock, brown hair rubbing against my skinny thighs. Never had so much passion been unleashed on my innocent penis with such intensity. Jason was like a boy possessed, his entire mouth and tongue given over to the task of exciting my cock. The fingers that weren't stroking my pubic mound and testicles were rubbing across my belly, over my thighs. It was like the boy had no other thought in mind than to make me have an orgasm. After an initial moment of astonishment, that is precisely what he was doing to me. It wasn't possible for me to do his penis justice. Apart from a distant worship of its pulsations, all I could do was hold it in my mouth and suck on it, all my attentions focused on the quickly growing pleasure between my own legs. I did manage finally to reach up and pet his peach fuzz. Even though my eyes were closed in pleasure, I could see the soft young hairs I was stroking and I remained envious of them. They were thick enough that I could feel them quite easily but had only slightly taken on the wiriness of an older boy. They were still straight, still soft, but they were a little too thick to be called downy. Jason was well on his way to becoming a young man. The thought of his blossoming manhood, combined with the frantic excitement he was evoking in my penis, quickly brought me to the brink of orgasm. Although the muscles all along my skinny body were flexing dramatically, my mind didn't tighten and I let the pleasure between my legs sweep over me, engulf me, carry me away. I remained aware of only two things: the wonderful beauty of the maturing penis between my lips and the intense pleasure of Jason's mouth on my cock. Just as I started to explode with a quick, childish orgasm, Jason suddenly slowed his assault on the immature thing. I lay there with a body clenched tight in orgasm, felt wave after wave of pleasure race through my hairless cock. The other boy's lips were moving slowly up and down on it, sucking gently, his fingers still petting my hairless innocence. What had seemed like it would be a brief, fantastic rush of pleasure, suddenly became a protracted period in ecstasy. I forgot about Jason's puberty and lay instead awash with pleasure, as if the grass and the sun and the other boy were things far away from me and there was nothing in the world but pleasure. Though all orgasms seemed to go on forever in my young mind, this one seemed even more enduring. As my naked body started its spasmodic jerking, there was almost a feeling of disappointment- even though my muscles were jerking, my mind was already descending from that magnificent ecstasy. In hindsight, I don't think it was the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had, but I do believe it was the longest in duration, so long that it compared only to psychedelic drugs in their ability to disrupt my perception of reality. Even as my orgasmic jerking began to subside, I felt like the world was not real and that orgasm, somehow, represented some greater, nobler truth. In his tenderness, Jason was still sucking gently on my boyhood as my body relaxed. He surely knew that I'd had one, but his young fingers and mouth were still caressing between my legs and his small, slender chest was still rubbing against my belly. Despite my feelings of post-orgasmic unreality, the throbbing in my mouth reminded me of the other boy's desires and I found myself longing for him to know the sensation, too. Therefore, in my still boyish innocence, I set about doing for Jason what he had done for me. As he'd brought me to climax, his young body had only naturally ended up more on top of me than me on him. In actuality, we were somewhat entangled with young boy legs sprawled every which way. His chest, however, was clearly laying on my abdomen and my chest and neck were awkwardly contorted to reach his penis. I began, therefore, by pressing my body forward. This had the effect of laying Jason back on the grass and the adorable boy complied, his mouth slipping from my cock and his skinny arms reaching back over his head, his fingers interlacing behind his brown hair. My penis was still stiff, but not painfully so, and I crawled onto his belly as he had crawled on mine, my little chest climbing part way onto his slender abdomen, my legs laying out against his side. Previously, I had become expert in tantalizing a boy cock with slow and gentle affections. This time, I devoured Jason's with as much passion as I could. It wasn't easy. Unlike Jason, I had already had my orgasm and I couldn't muster up the hormonal passion that he could. I focused instead on his beauty, the exquisite perfection of his five inch cock, the sweet blossoming of his manhood. It wasn't impossible to get worked up by such wonderful things. Jason helped. He was well-versed in boy sex, and knew how to relax and accept it even more than I did. He had no mental reservations about enjoying it. The vulnerable and accepting position of his body also excited my passions, for the boy lay there naked and pure, his legs spread slightly, feet still wearing his sneakers and socks, hairless underarms bared to the bright sunlight. This prostate willingness excited me and I ran my lips, mouth and fingers over his boy cock with growing fascination. He excited me still further by his moaning and encouragement. I was still a bit of an uncertain boy and the sound of another boy urging me on and reassuring me still had great impact. So intent was I on this whole matter that I soon did start to feel my penis hardening further, felt the gentle pleasure of my erection growing stiffer until it started throbbing again. I tried to ignore it as I desperately worshipped Jason's penis and young peach fuzz, and soon had to fight my desire to stick my boyhood in his mouth and have another orgasm myself This only fed my hormones, of course, which fed the eagerness of my worship. I lifted one of my knees and displayed my hairless innocence before the boy, let his eyes feast on my throbbing boyhood as my mouth plunged madly on his penis. The twelve year old's soprano moans took on a greater edge and I felt reassured to know that it did feel good to him. He was, initially, laying straight out on the grass with his fingers interlaced behind his head, long legs sticking out straight beneath him, I could feel his thin body starting to move, however, and laid one of my palms down on his baby soft tummy, petted the smooth skin around his belly button. Beneath his perfect flesh, I could feel his muscles flexing and tightening, could feel the boy's pleasure growing. I was a little surprised when he released one of his hands and started feeling my erection with his fingers. It felt great and did nothing but encourage my hormonal fascination with his orgasm. By this time, Jason was moaning and gasping openly. His fingertips petted my hairless boyhood awkwardly and uncertainly, just as my lips had sucked his cock when I was climaxing. Still, I knew boys well enough to know that Jason wasn't peaking yet. My head bobbed up and down between his legs, my lips holding tightly to his penis as they slid up and down on it. One of my hands was holding to his smooth scrotum, the fingers reaching up to pet his peach fuzz. The other took turns rubbing his belly and petting his immature pubic hairs. I was caressing everything between the boy's legs that I knew would excite him. The fact that he was caressing things between my legs only excited me into exciting him all the more. The boy lowered his other hand and rested it on my blond head, feeling it moving up and down on his cock, still feeling my three inch, hairless erection with the first. His high pitched moans were turning into almost desperate grunts and his body was pumping with awkward uncertainty. He was getting closer to orgasm and I knew it, close enough that he wasn't as skillful and controlled as he'd been when we were humping. Still, I continued to rub madly on his five inch penis, continued to devour it with passion, hoping beyond hope that I would sense when it was time to switch to the delaying tactic. There was a sudden swelling in his penis that seemed even greater than before and I took that as my sign to slow the pace. I knew what it was: the boy's testicles had just loaded his semen for ejaculation. Normally, I would have gone even faster at this point. Instead, I emulated him and slowed down, still sucking, still dragging my thin lips up and down on his boner, still rubbing tenderly on his belly, testicles and peach fuzz. Jason answered this with a loud moan of pleasure. His fingers stopped caressing my erection (though they still rested against it) and the hand that held my head between his legs was laying there limp; this despite the fact that his skinny abdomen and chest looked rock hard with tightened muscle. Looking up, I could even see a huge smile on the kid's adorable face, his eyes closed, his neck bared to the sunlight. I stayed with the slow pace, could feel and hear him slipping into the pleasure of orgasm. My mouth moved very slowly, very tenderly on his cock, the way I would have done it all along before Jason's lesson. My tongue was licking across the rock hard contours of his penis head and was suddenly greeted by warm liquid squirting from the slit. It squirt several times and flooded my tongue with the sweet taste of warm boy semen, but I could tell that it wasn't the boy's real treasure. He was pre-cumming. It tasted great, but didn't have the full force or beauty of his real ejaculation. I swallowed the thin juice and waited for the boy to give himself over to true pleasure. It was longer in coming than I expected. Most boys ejaculated for real only a few seconds after their penises released their excess fluids. Jason, however, his grin growing broader and his muscles rippling even tighter, didn't seem to be in any hurry for it to end. He lay there, his whole body rock hard and beautiful, absorbing the pleasure and reveling in it as if he would never let it go. Even in my orgasmic delirium, I doubted that my own pleasure had lasted this long. He may have been only twelve years old, but the young boy knew his penis and his body. It lay there in naked beauty and soaked up every second of pleasure before it finally yielded to reality. The naked boy's body finally started to jerk just as mine had and I kept sucking gently on his penis as I felt it flexing between my lips. Sperm squirted from it. Not quite as strongly as his pre-cum had, but fairly strong nonetheless. It had more flavor than his pre-cum had, but not the flavor of mature sperm. Still it was warm as it squirt against my tongue and felt slimy. He ejaculated in my mouth as my lips continued sliding slowly up and down on his penis. He was beautiful in this moment of absolute pleasure but the pleasure in his face seemed to be diminishing just as mine had, this despite the fact that he was still ejaculating. I held to his smooth testicles and soft peach fuzz and worshipped the sweet flavor of his young manhood. He was a very virile youth for a boy of twelve and I had to swallow his semen lest it fill my small mouth and spurt out my lips. He just lay there smiling and ejaculating, his abdomen and thighs rippling boyishly with each jerk. His fingers were still touching my boyhood and he still rested the other hand on my head. I was astonished by his acceptance. Jason was still smiling as his slender body relaxed and as the last of his twelve year old sperm oozed from his young penis head. I could feel the five inch cock already starting to soften and could hear a warm, happy, relieved sigh sound from his pretty chest. He wasn't in any hurry after his climax and neither was 1. I lay there sucking his softening penis and gazing up at his pretty chest and face with envy. I wished that I was as pretty as he was, that I had sperm and peach fuzz like he did. As was, all I could do was lay there and worship him for having such beauties and such bounties. It took almost a minute before the kid opened his eyes and smiled down at me still sucking his cock. I just gazed up at him. The sun was shining down full upon us and he looked, to my envious eyes, like a young god. He let the hand on my head slip down and let the fingertips rub slowly down my cheeks, sunken as they were as I sucked his soft penis. He looked so young, so desperately young. Compared to him, however, I felt like a virgin puppy. "Come on," he smiled happily at me. I felt his hand leave my penis and both of them reached beneath my underarms. I allowed him to guide me up beside him, let him cuddle my naked body against his chest. Our young penises were still slimy with our saliva. His felt big and rubbery against mine. My own was still small and stiff. We lay there on the grass for a long time, our fingertips gently and lovingly caressing our bare chests. I could feel the boy's eyes gazing at me and was too embarrassed to look back. Instead, I gazed at his furry young penis as it grew smaller and dryer, the rubbery look soon replaced with the innocent beauty of a young boy. His body and face (if I dared look at it) looked very young, so young that only the sight of his peach fuzz and the lingering aftertaste of his semen reminded me that he was very much in puberty even more so than I was. Hairless little boys were great fun and very cute, but puberty was intensely fascinating to me. "What House are you in?" he asked me, one of his hands petting my blond hair and the other gently dragging his fingertips across my little chest. "Yellow," I lied. I didn't really mean to lie to him, it just sort of burst out. It was so nice making love with him. I didn't want him to feel intimidated by the fact I was a Guardian (as if a boy from Green was ever intimidated by any little boy). "You're very pretty," he smiled at me, making me blush. I longed to tell him how pretty he was, but was much too shy. I deeply wished that I was as comfortable about loving a boy as he was and longed deeply for the day when I would be as physically and emotionally mature as he was. At any rate, he didn't seem troubled by my failure to return the compliment. Perhaps the blush on my cheeks and the way my fingers kept rubbing his thin abdomen told him all he needed to know. "Will you mate with me this year?" he asked. Mate? I didn't know what he meant. "Yeah," I said, totally confused. I could hear him smiling and felt his long slender arm hugging me tighter for a moment. "We can have a baby when you're older," he said, again sending me into confusion. "Okay," I replied, eager to be cooperative with the young beauty even if I didn't understand what he was talking about. I could tell by the sound of his childlike voice and the touch of his hands that he was deeply in love with me and that made me feel really good. I was just as deeply in love with him. We lay there for a few minutes more and I felt the boy's hands creeping down my belly, gently and tenderly fondling my penis which was still very hard. I was still gazing at his soft peach fuzz and young penis, could see that it was growing rubbery again. It was so beautiful. "You still have a boner," he said, making me blush brighter. "Do you want to do it again?" I nodded against his thin boy chest. "Let's go to your room," he said, giving my three inch, hairless boyhood a brief tug. Before I knew what I was doing, I nodded again and sat up. Already my prepubescent hormones were begging me to make love to the boy again and I couldn't refuse him. His hands rubbed across my back and he sat up beside me, so close that his chest rubbed against my arm. My room? I suddenly realized as the twelve year old kissed my ear. But I told him I lived in Yellow. I didn't have a room in Yellow anymore. I was so worried by this that I didn't say a word as Jason and I picked up our clothing. I could feel my penis softening as the shame of my lie took hold of me and stood nervously waiting for Jason to lead the way. The boy took hold of my free hand and started guiding me back to the trail. "I have a room at the palace now," I stammered childishly. "We could do it there." "Okay," he smiled, pulling on my hand and kissing my hair as my body bumped against his. He bought it. I was delirious. As the cool shade of the forest touched our near naked bodies, I felt a rush of embarrassment that our penises were exposed. To be sure, nudity 'on the hill' was a common practice on Kovzland and I'd certainly gotten accustomed to walking around naked. Nonetheless, with the other naked boy holding my hand and the sun being as bright as it was, I knew every boy who saw us knew what we were going to do. The thought embarrassed me and, just as we reached the far side of the woods, I tried to stop to pull my shorts on again. "What are you doing?" Jason asked, his adorable face still blushing. "Nothing," I replied, releasing his warm hand and awkwardly trying to step into my shorts. "You don't have to do that," he smiled. I would have protested, but the taller boy's hands took hold of my wrists and stopped me and I made the great mistake of looking into his beautiful face. He was blushing and his eyes were filled with innocent infatuation. I could tell by the sight of him that he would feel embarrassed and a little rejected if I concealed our affection for each other. Loving him as I very greatly did, I shrugged my bare, skinny shoulders and stood back up. Jason smiled his adoration for me and took hold of my hand again. Together, we stepped back out into the sunlight. I felt intensely embarrassed as we walked toward the palace together, both naked save for our shoes and socks. Every boy who saw us looked at us with knowing smiles. We were both limp, twelve year old boyhoods dangling gently as we walked, but two naked boys walking hand in hand on Kovzland could only mean two things: either we'd just done it to each other or we were about to. In Jason and my case, both were true. Jason seemed a little embarrassed too and neither of us did more than nod to the small handful of boys who greeted us. Several of the younger, more inexperienced boys just looked at us in confusion and uncertainty. I did feel ashamed, but I didn't want to turn back either because, for all my embarrassment, I was also proud to be seen with a boy as pretty as Jason was. Naked, his shorts and tank top dangling from his free hand, the boy was every bit a god in my eyes and I certainly felt no shame about being seen with him. Besides that, I did adore him greatly and there was no shame about two boys being in love. My young lover was absolutely beside himself as we entered the palace. Blushing brightly, he wanted to examine every statue and painting that we passed and I watched the beautiful adoration in his eyes as he gazed at them. I watched too as his young penis started to grow larger, soon flaring into a young pubescent erection. He seemed more than a little embarrassed by this, particularly when some other boy would wander by, but only made minor efforts to conceal his excitement. Knowing what his erection meant made me feel excited again as well and I felt my own boyhood stiffening to match his, in excitement if not in size. By the time we reached my apartment, Jason was giggling with delight at the things he'd seen. Still, he walked into the living room gazing at its size and at all the naked boy paintings and statues that decorated it. His reaction embarrassed me, but I locked the door and walked over to stand near to him. We must have looked a little silly, two boys only a little more than five feet tall with stiff, frantic boners, wearing nothing but socks and tennis shoes. Jason turned and grinned into my face and I didn't care. I felt his hand creep along the side of my belly and felt him pulling my naked boyhood against his. We were both throbbing by this time, both eager to make love to each other. "I know you're a guardian," he said as his hips slowly and gently pressed his erection against mine. I blushed that I had been discovered, but Jason followed up his words with a gentle kiss that quickly spread from my forehead to my cheeks and, finally, to my lips. Even knowing that he knew who I was, I still felt the helpless eagerness and embarrassment of a young pubescent. I could feel his erection poking between my legs and felt my own sticking out against his as he pulled our bodies together, our smooth chests and soft bellies blended together. He seemed to know full well how I felt, that the fact that I was a guardian didn't mean I wasn't a young boy who needed his affection and guidance, however immature that guidance might be. Whatever his thoughts, he still held me and caressed me as if knowing exactly how I needed to be held and caressed at the moment. Within minutes, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to make love to him again. I felt his hands holding to my little chest and he gently pressed my skinny body away from him. "Are you ready?" he asked, blushing down at my frantically pulsing little penis. I could only nod in answer and the boy kissed my forehead again. "Do you want me to suck it again?" he asked, his soprano voice still sounding boyish despite his experience. I would love to have had him suck my hairless cock again, but the sight of his perfectly sized penis made me want something else even more. "Will you..." I started to ask, blushing horrendously, my eyes gazing at his five inch erection and soft peach fuzz with desire. "What?" be smiled at me, giving my little chest a squeeze to tell me it was okay. "Will you stick it in me?" I asked, ashamed to actually ask a boy to do it. Jason just smiled and kissed me in reassurance. He started hugging me again and his cock felt even harder and more excited as he poked it at me. I could feel him guiding my body back against the sofa and was just able to sit on the arm as I was pressed back against it. He pressed his forehead against mine and gently asked if I had any cream. I swallowed, still greatly embarrassed and pointed to the side table. I watched as his adorable, naked body walked over to the table, his five inch cock poking straight up between his legs, smooth young testicles held snugly by his adoring scrotum. He looked so smooth and so soft that I felt enchanted with him all over again. When he pulled out the jar, he held it up to me and smiled, making me blush and look away. He came back to me and his free hand stroked my chest as the other held the jar. "We should take our shoes off," I suggested bashfully, feeling a little distracted by this slight ounce of covering. "Okay," Jason agreed. He guided me to the sofa and we sat down beside each other so close that our arms, thighs and sides rubbed against each other. We didn't say anything as we untied our shoes and pulled them off, or as we removed our socks. Jason's feet were growing larger, as were mine. Despite the innocent appearance of our bodies, they were beginning to change and the first sign of it was the overgrown size of our feet and the faint scent of their boy sweat. Jason stood up and gently guided me to stand up beside him. I was about five feet tall. He was about five foot three. Totally naked now, the beautiful boy took me in his arms and hugged me. I could feel one of his palms stroking across my back and could feel the cool glass of the jar being held against it by the other. I hugged him too. Kovz, how I adored him. We hugged and kissed for a long time, my hands rubbing all across his shoulders and back and sneaking into his smooth, warm, faintly intoxicating underarms. The taller boy seemed to know when I was ready and gently guided me back to the edge of the sofa. I stood there a little confused as his thin, adorable body walked back and piled the back cushions up on the seat behind me. He had created a soft bed for me that was level with the height of the arm. He was still smiling and his smooth cheeks were blushed when he came back in front of me, his fingers already dipping into the jar. We were both too shy or too cautious to say anything as the boy's fingers emerged covered in thick white cream. It looked very cool compared to the hotness between my legs. Bashfully, Jason reached between his legs and started rubbing it along his big, five inch erection. I stared in fascination and adoration. Not only did I know how good the cream must have felt on the boy's young cock, but I knew that he was coating it for my little butt hole, that the beautiful erection pulsing in front of me would soon be sticking up inside my body. Just the thought made my little penis feel stiffer and I swallowed in eager excitement. His penis was beautiful, made all the more so to see his own fingers feeling along it, spreading the slimy cream all across its five inch length and up and over his beautifully sculptured penis head. He was very seductive in doing this and I half wanted to beg him to touch my penis like that. The head shone in bright purple glory and his cock ran down in pale, vein lined beauty to a small pubic mound that sprouted his maturing peach fuzz. Gazing at it made me long to have it inside me all the more, as if having him fucking me would unite us in its beauty. Several times his fingers dipped into the jar and his young cock was soon covered with a generous coating of the thick cream. By this time his penis was pulsing as if in anger and I could see it moving rhythmically up and down with his heartbeat. It looked very large to me, too large for my little bottom, but I knew that was just because I had spent so much time with so many immature boys. Jason was still immature, but he was maturing quite beautifully. I wanted his penis in my butt very badly. When he was satisfied, he put the jar on the back of the couch and gently smiled at me. His hand, still coated with the cream, pressed gently back against my chest and I obediently complied. The cream did feel cool on my young skin as I felt my buttocks against the sofa arm, gently leaning back until my shoulder blades lay pressed against the cushioned bed he'd made for me. My legs dangled over the sofa arm, too short to reach the floor, but my small bottom was at the perfect height for young Jason's throbbing penis. I spread my thighs and gazed at his naked beauty, eager to feel his cock inside me. The twelve year old stood naked and adorable between my knees, his young hands rubbing up and down on my smooth, skinny thighs. He was smiling and looking all across the small, naked body sprawled out before him and I giggled in embarrassment to see how attractive he thought I was. My little boyhood was sticking out in hairless erection, throbbing expectantly, and my small hand absently fondled it making the pubescent kid smile more broadly. Kovz, the little thing was really pulsing and my fingertips petted the smooth hairless skin surrounding it momentarily forgetting my jealousy of Jason's young peach fuzz. The boy's naked body looked so soft and inviting, his pretty face filled with a blushing beauty that made me swoon in adoration. I adored his chest just as much for it was small and thin the way I liked for boys to be, with smooth perfect skin and cute little boy nipples. "Are you ready?" he asked rhetorically. I just blushed and gazed adoringly at him. I kept fondling my hairless, three inch boner as the bigger boy's hands took hold of my knees. I wanted to masturbate very badly but was willing to wait until I could feel his cock up my butt. His small chest grew harder with muscle as he lifted my legs upward and I helped to get them up on his little shoulders. These were not broad enough to easily support my growing feet but his hands held my skinny thighs and that was enough. I laid there with my legs almost straight up and down, my small buttocks bared to the excited young kid. I felt his smooth chest and abdomen pressing against the back of my thighs and calves as he stepped closer to me and actually giggled to control my embarrassment and eagerness. He had to let go of one of my legs to guide his penis and I had to hold it up there, both of us grinning adoringly to each other. The kid pushed his rock hard cock downward and I soon felt his slimy glans rubbing between my small cheeks. "Lower," I blushed as he probed with his penis. "There," I added when I finally felt the sculptured head pressing against my sphincter. I started to gasp as the kid's fingers and hips tried to press the young cock inside my body. Just the pressure against my butt hole felt nice but I had to concentrate to keep my tight orifice from clenching up and not letting him in. He was panting excitedly too and little cords of muscle knotted across his shoulders and down his smooth arms. Finally his penis head managed to slip a little deeper, my hole opening up, pleasant ticklish feelings spreading. I could feel it opening wider as his swollen glans slowly buried themselves in my little butt, feeling the spreading hole cling tighter as the head finally was inside me and my sphincter closed on his slender penis shaft. This felt so nice that I forgot to balance my foot on his skinny shoulder and the boy had to let go of his cock to grab it and hold it up. We both grinned at this, both of us panting with eagerness for orgasms. I was still fondling my stiff boyhood which felt very pleasant, but hadn't started masturbating yet. I had to let it go for a minute to help balance myself on the cushions as Jason's hands took hold of my ankles, pressing them higher and holding them there, his penis head still the only part of him inside me. I could see how skinny his arms were now, as well as see the smooth beauty of his hairless armpits and the gentle ripples of his slender rib cage. Holding my legs high overhead, the kid pressed harder on his hips and his young dick sank slowly deeper in my butt. It was the perfect size. It may have stretched the little hole a little bit, but that just made it feel nicer as it slid inside, me grinning happily and Jason giggling a little through his pants. I watched his beautiful body struggle a little bit to get the last of his cock in but soon felt his smooth testicles and lower belly pressing against my cheeks. Delighted by the boy and his penis, I started playing with myself I could feel the hard cock pressing against the root of my penis inside my body, could feel it poking at my prostate sending gentle waves of pleasure through my belly and hairless loins. Jason wiggled his hips for almost half a minute, pressing his penis head in as deeply as he could and rubbing his cock around to get the tight resistance of my butt to relax a little, his peach fuzz softly tickling my skin. When it was loose enough, he grinned and panted down at his erect young penis, watching as he pulled himself out of me. When all but his swollen glans were free of my hairless butt hole, the happy kid's body rippled again and he slowly pressed it back inside me. He did this several times before pulling my legs in against his chest again, stepping closer to me, starting to pump his slender hips back and forth in rhythmic pleasure. His penis slid in and out in exquisite beauty and pleasure, both of us grinning and panting, As the twelve year old made love to me, I was rubbing up and down on my little boyhood, holding the tight skin covering it between my thumb and forefinger and sliding it rhythmically up and down the hard erection beneath. Despite all the boy lovers I'd had, I had learned how to masturbate very quickly and considered myself very good at it. Kovz knew it always felt real good and I liked doing it. My little purple glans were now shining as brightly as ever, engorged with pulsing boyhood, brightly reflecting the room's light and pressing my tiny slit open. I gazed at it lovingly as I felt the penis moving in and out of my butt, adoring its beauty, happily stroking greater pleasure into it. Kovz, I liked sex. Even though Jason was still a young boy, scarcely out of childhood himself, he was very good at anal sex as most of the boys in Green were. His small butt swayed in and out and he maintained a perfectly rhythmic humping motion that filled me with pleasure. His eyes were almost closed, but I could tell that he was peering down at my naked, immature body through his long black eyelashes, his pretty face grinning when he saw me watching him. His hands held my smooth thighs tightly against his body, gently stroking them. Between my skinny legs, I could see the soft, perfect skin of his chest and belly as they rubbed against my legs, his belly rippling with slight muscle as he tucked. I started whining childishly as I felt the hardness and pleasure in my penis growing greater. Jason seemed to like this and my high pitched cries were allowed to escape un-contained. I didn't squeal as loudly as some kids did, but I felt really good and I let Jason know it. Moaning and crying always seemed to make my penis feel even better too and I liked the sound of my own soprano voice. Though the other boy continued his rhythmic motion and rhythmic rubbing of his penis inside me, eagerness for orgasm was getting the best of me and I started rubbing faster on my boyhood. I liked it when I managed to build the pleasure up slowly, but most of the time I didn't have enough self-control; I wanted orgasm and I wanted it fast. Jason could clearly see that I was doing this but he didn't say anything to stop me. Just kept grinning down at me through his eyelashes and moving his hips back and forth, hard, beautiful erection sliding in and out, poking at my young body. I just moaned and masturbated, my own eyes closing as my mind felt awash with the pleasures erupting on both sides of my body. For awhile, I managed to focus on the feel of his cock in my butt, the pleasant hardness feeling thicker than it looked in the tight confines of my body. It was moving pretty easily now and I could finally feel Jason starting do it faster, could even hear his panting growing louder. I knew that he was getting closer to orgasm too and I wanted to slow down and wait for him so we could climax together, but my hormones were in raging control now and I could feel my little cock approaching the brink. I cried even louder and could feel my naked body squirming a little as the pleasure in my dick took on its full flower of manhood. Orgasm swept into it and I could feel Jason's rhythmic humping falter as my sphincter reflexively tightened on his cock. Childish grunts erupted from my little chest as I felt every muscle in my body suddenly stiffening. I felt like I was Jason's penis, sprouting from between his legs, joined to his body by the frantic throbbing of his excited erection. My head rolled from side to side as wave on wave of orgasmic pleasure raced through my penis, flooded across my belly, filled my entire body with excitement. Immediately I felt my muscles flexing, felt myself jerking with the joy that was beginning to feel more common to me than eating, tiny sphincter rhythmically squeezing the rock hard cock penetrating it. It felt great, not lasting as long as my orgasm in the woods but with a greater edge of tension and intensity. I lay there jerking and enjoying all of it, moaning childishly and stroking my boyhood until I thought I would pull it off, knowing that Jason's pretty face was watching my innocent little body in orgasm. Jason's soprano voice was grunting by the time my orgasm started to fade. My little buttocks which had so eagerly admitted his penis, now seemed to be fighting it and try as I might I could not get the muscles to relax. The boy tried to hump me some more, but the resistance was pretty great and he couldn't do more than push frantically at me. The frantic desire in his sudden cries told me that he was having an orgasm too and I wished I could let his penis rub inside me. Boys liked that. I couldn't however, and lay there with my eyes still closed, gasping from my own orgasm and trying to un-tighten my sphincter. Every time the kid pushed at my butt, the muscles seemed to fight harder. Then, just as I thought I was getting enough control over my body to let him hump some more, I felt his five inch erection sliding out of me. I looked up in confusion, saw the adorable boy leaning closer to me, saw his brightly shining penis head suddenly pressing between my skinny thighs and the orgasmic kid pressing it back and forth like he was still fucking me. It looked strange, his sculptured purple head poking up against my own little cock. His eyes were closed and his body looked ravaged with some savage fury it could scarcely contain. I just stared at his penis head, the slit open, the purple flesh shining in magnificent glory. His whole body seemed suddenly ravaged by frantically contorting muscles and his face looked twisted in agony. After several such contortions, the slit of his penis finally opened up and his cargo of twelve year old semen sprayed out. He was still pumping his hips back and forth and his swollen glans were still rubbing across my boyhood as he jerked, but now he was ejaculating and I stared in still greater adoration as I watched and felt droplets of his sperm sprinkle my face. He had a very powerful young cock and he was very virile for a boy of twelve. The first three times he ejaculated, I felt his sperm on my cheeks. After that, it sprinkled across my skinny little chest, onto my little shoulders. The final couple of squirts landed around my belly button and then his beautiful cock could just manage to ooze the last of his seed out onto my hairless boyhood. It was still immature sperm and he didn't ejaculate more than a teaspoon altogether, but what he had appeared in little droplets all over my body and he had squirt it pretty far. Somehow he managed to stay on his feet though his legs seemed ready to buckle at any second. He did this by hugging even tighter to my thighs and I could feel his thin chest swelling for air as he panted loudly. We both lay there recuperating for almost a full minute. Jason's beautiful eyes were closed and he was rubbing his cheeks against my bare feet. I was gazing at his pretty face and relishing the sacred beauty of his young body. His penis softened rather quickly but kept much of its size for a while, laying on my cock feeling warm. As I gazed at him, my fingers gently probed through the droplets of his sperm on my belly and chest. There wasn't really enough in any one place to collect it without smearing it on my skin but I licked my fingers anyway just to get the taste of it. Finally, the kid stood up and opened his eyes, the same pretty blush on his cheeks and the same bashful smile. He didn't say anything as he gently lowered my legs and allowed me to sit up. For a brief second, it appeared that he was going to collapse on his rubbery knees but he caught himself and came closer to me. We hugged, young penises pressing together, boyish smiles and giggles escaping despite ourselves. I noticed that he was kissing my cheeks where his sperm certainly must have been. I didn't know too many boys who liked eating their own sperm and never knew Jason to do it in the future, but he did that day. "Do you want to take a bath?" I asked giggling. "Yeah," he giggled back. We managed to wash each other during a very playful bath in which we spent most of our time wrestling around and tickling our penises and bodies. We were both very ticklish. In between, we talked. "You'll get hair when you get older," Jason shrugged as he washed my skinny back. I had been expressing my jealousy of his penis and he didn't seem troubled by it. "I know," I shrugged and blushed, "but I want it now." He laughed at this. "Why do the older boys always want to be little again?" he asked. I shrugged again. "Are you going to be little again when you get older?" "No way," he giggled. "The older guys get to do it more." "Why?" I asked. "I don't know. I think we're too little to do it all the time." "I can do it a lot," I said, oblivious to the possibility of boasting. "Not like big kids can," he said knowledgeably. "Some of the guys in Green do it ten times a day." I had never tried doing it ten times a day but was vaguely sure that I could if I wanted to. I didn't say this, however. Jason's hands were rubbing soap down my sides and it was suddenly exciting to feel his fingers against my chest and up in my armpits. I started thinking about trying to do it ten times. "I want to be fifteen," he continued. "Then I can do it all the time." "Me, too," I said, then added, "Don't you like puppies?" "Yeah," he shrugged, "they're okay sometimes. But when you get older we can have a baby." Again this strange reference. I felt myself blushing at my ignorance and refused to ask him what this meant. Instead, I said, "I like younger boys... like you." He started throwing water across my back and didn't seem to hear my compliment. His hands seemed to be touching me more often and I wondered if he was starting to think about doing it again too. I was sitting up between his legs, however, and his penis was still limp, squished against my tailbone. "They don't have any wombs yet," he said, "but when you grow up, we can ask for one and have a baby." Again this repetitious eagerness for a baby. Now this strange word womb. "What's a womb?" I asked, forgetting about pretending to be smart. I suddenly felt Jason's skinny arms slipping around my body, felt his cheek resting against my head as he hugged me. "It's where the baby grows," he said softly, distantly. I could feel his penis hardening against my lower back, felt one of his palms rubbing softly across my belly as the other one took hold of my limp boyhood. Oh boy, I thought. I sat still as his cock flared into erection and enjoyed the tender tugs of his fingers on my penis. I could hear him breathing close to my ear, felt his chest swelling against my back as he breathed. I knew we were going to do it again and was glad. I really like Jason. As he coaxed the stiffness back into my penis, I could feel his starting to throb between his legs. Jason and I remained friends and lovers from that day on. At first, we got together every day, sometimes spent several days doing it only with each other. After a few weeks, however, his natural interest in older boys lessened the frequency of our love making and we started getting together only about once a month. Each time he would tell me how eager he was for me to grow up so we could have a baby. About this, all I learned was that he had decided that he and I would make a beautiful baby boy together. I never asked and he never explained what all this meant or how it was done. I always meant to ask Calvin about it, but always forgot once Jason was gone.